Full text of "Pilgrim"
Volume XIV Plymouth, Mass., June, 1935 No. 1
Published this year as a Senior Year Book
1934 THE PILGRIM STAFF 193 5
Editor-in-Chief __---______._ Lucy Holmes
Assistant Editor-in-Chief -_- _ Alba Martinelli
Literary Editor _____ Charles Cooper
Assistant Literary Editor ---------- Jean Whiting
Business Manager ---------- Stephen Cappannari
Assistant Business Manager - Deane Beytes
Boys' Athletics Bradford Martin
Girls' Athletics -------_____ Helen Brewer
Art .-.------.-.--.-.-'-.'- Priscilla McCosh
Exchange Editor --- ___ William Pearson
Assistant Exchange Editor --------- Warren Bradford
French Editor ---- _._ Marjorie Cantoni
Latin Editor ------------ Dorothy Perkins
Alumni Editor _______ Barbara Mellor
Joke Editor ___ Warren Strong
Assistant Joke Editor ---------- Audrey Dutton
School News Editor ----______ Marion McGinnis
Assistant School News Editor ___ Mary Bodell
Feature Editor _____ Katharine Lahey
Freshman Editor -- ___ Francis Sheid
TABLE OF CONTENTS
History of the Class of 1935 ------____
Random Shafts -----__ _
Last Will and Testament -------•___ -. r
Proverbs That Fit ----'----__'_
Class Song -------•--_._
Pet Annoyances of the Faculty -•-,-----__.. -.,-
Class Prophecy ---_._____
Class Poem -■---------'____ oft
Principal's Column --------•___ -22
Life's Creed ---------____ 2 2
Where Patience is Paramount """--------24
Sick Leave ----------___ pc-
Perusing the Ads ----------- ___oe
Exultation ---------- or;
Windows ______ --------- 26
Shoes -----------_____ og
On Having the Grippe -------------26
The Knitting Habit ----------__. 27
Security -'- - - - - - - _ . _ _ _ _ _ 2 7
The Wind's Challenge - - -' _ _ 2 j
Sunrise --------------- 27
A New Literary Genius? ---------___ 28
The Derelict - - ■ - - - - - - . _ . . _ _ -28
Sophomore Poetry Page ------------ 29
Ave Maria --____ ---.___ ---30
THE ALUMNI NOTES ------- _ 31
UNDER THE WHITE CUPOLA ------- 32
EXCERPTS FROM "THE ATTEMPT" ----------- 33
FOREIGN LANGUAGES ------------__ 34
EXCHANGES --------- _ 36
ATHLETICS ---------------- 37
AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL ---------._.. 39
FRESHMAN POETRY ---------- i ___ 40
WHEN I WAS SMALL ----- - - - - 41
THE CEILING ---------- 41
THE LAMP OF KNOWLEDGE - 41
ALONE ---------- - - 41
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Class of 1935
Plymouth High School
Albert Wilbur Padovani, Jr.
Yale Blue and White
Respice, Adspice, Prospice
Larkspur and White Rose
History of the Class of iqjj
JT is the duty of any historian, whether
he is writing an account of the
Peloponnesian War or the history of his
class, to record facts and events without
embellishing them with the fruits of his
imagination. His statements should be
unbiased. Love for country, race, or class
should not be allowed to color his words.
In the past, class historians have been
prone to extol the endeavors of their
class, and to leave untold their failures.
We, however, shall attempt to play the
role of a real historian. Our history
shall be free from hyperbolic statements
and undeserved praise, nor shall we
omit those events which cast no favor-
able reflection upon us.
With this in mind we proceed to
record the events of our first year in
Plymouth High School. As freshmen,
we were an unp resuming, yet hopeful,
class. We found very few opportunities
to prove our worth, or to learn from ex-
perience. As freshman classes before
and since have done, we took charge of
our own assemblies, and several rather
good plays were produced. Some of us
participated in the "Pilgrim" advertis-
ing contest and assisted in financing
that publication. It was in this year
that a section of the "Pilgrim" was very
generously given to us, and it was edited
by a staff composed of freshmen. The one
successful event of our first year was
the freshman dance, the planning of
which was entirely in the hands of the
faculty. Thus our freshman year ended
without our having either disgraced or
The second year was even less event-
ful than the first. We plodded through
the year without playing an important
part in any school project. Therefore
the historian can not be held responsi-
ble for the brevity of this chapter of
As juniors, with a newly acquired
feeling of importance, our hopes rose.
There was some excitement this year
concerning the choice of class rings.
When this matter had been settled, we
decided to choose our class colors in-
stead of waiting until we were seniors.
Our choice, green and silver, was used in
decorating Memorial Hall for our Junior
Prom. This occasion, we can truthfully
say, was a success socially and finan-
cially. Very little assistance except that
of a supervisory nature was given us by
the faculty, although we later learned
that a faculty member reminded Mr.
Shipman to remind our class president
to remind us that the Junior Promenade
was a Junior class responsibility, or it
might never have taken place. Our class
ring, also, was selected in the Junior
year. And we recall that, when the
Honor Society Initiation occurred, we
were somewhat perturbed to see that
only girls, seven of them, were elected
from our class. Continued on page 15
Albert knows his baseball,
He's good in studies, too —
Challenge his decisions
And see what he will do.
If for every ship you've
You had earned two sous,
You could buy a real one
And take us on a cruise.
There's sure to be some fun
Wherever she may be,
But be careful of her temper,
It's just like T. N. T.
Reticent is the word,
She hasn't much to say —
But we notice when reports
Her marks are mostly A.
He wants to be a lawyer —
We hope his dreams come
If we ever get in trouble,
We'll bring our case to you.
Doris, you think, is very shy
Until you know her well,
Then you'll find she's lots of
As all her friends can tell.
She's helpful and competent,
This little girl so wise —
Smiling and joyous
With a sparkle in her eyes.
For dancing, Basler has a
He surely has that "savoir
In fact, the critics all declare
He'll be the ruin of Fred
We hope this rhyme won't
In bad with pa and ma,
But tell us, Charlie, who's the
You take riding in your car?
From the looks of her clothes
And the way they fit,
We take it that Enis
Likes to knit!
She made a red sweater,
A white one, a blue —
To all it is obvious
To her flag she is true.
With that flaming hair
And winning way,
While the sun shines
She's making "Hey".
Good things come in small
Is a popular saying, we
The person who had that
Must have had Jean in mind.
Now that you're a big boy
We give you this advice,
Sticking out your tongue,
Really isn't nice.
Jimmie goes whistling
Throughout the livelong day,
He doesn't always look it,
But he really must feel gay.
Everybody likes her;
This statement needs no
And while we're at it, Margy,
Why do they call him
To ride horses, to play golf,
Is fun for this girl so tall,
And when it's baskets that
She's right there with the
Jimmie scorns La Garbo,
He sneers at Miss Mae West,
Jan Garber's wailing music
Is what he likes the best.
Margie is the chubby girl
Who drives a Ford V-8,
She tried to bribe us not to
She always gets there late.
He may be right
Or he may be wrong,
But he can argue
The whole day long.
Folks, meet Stevie's nurse-
A man both tried and true,
And at the Old Colony
He will usher you.
Chapman is our silent lad,
Apparently quite shy
Until he starts to labor with
His photographic eye.
You've heard the simile,
"As neat as a pin" —
Any contest for neatness
Our Lena would win.
Don't try them on us, Jim,
For we've often heard
Your list of excuses —
And some are absurd.
Cooper is our essayist
And our speaker, too,
Since he's a willing worker,
We give him lots to do.
He wants to spend his life
In barber's long white
We wish you lots of luck, Joe,
When you snip unruly locks.
He makes life most difficult
For the would-be poet,
If he has a weakness,
He's careful not to show it.
ANGELINA DE TRANI
Angie serves at recess time —
Some day she will get caught,
She tries to sell cold frank-
By telling us they're hot.
A sign of temper
Is red hair,
But your outbursts
Must be rare.
"Dizzy" and "Daffy" you may
In the days to come,
But David Dias has the D's
And that may help you some.
She has a very friendly way,
We all know that is true —
And "Amby", who's from
Apparently knows it, too.
If there's any business
Or shorthand to be done,
If you want a typist,
Bea Dube is the one.
Eric soon will write headlines
And burn the midnight oil
Instead of planting pines
And producing from the soil.
A vote of thanks
We owe this lass,
For writing the poem
For our class.
Blue-eyed girl and blue-eyed
Capering down the hall,
They know the very latest
To demonstrate to all.
He is athletic,
A wizard with the ball —
But, Teo, why so bashful?
We don't hear you at all.
We don't see much of Helen,
She lives in Chiltonville —
We used to call her "Peanut"
And "Peanut" fits her still.
She liked Horatio's type, she
In English class one day —
You might look up your
It's an idea, anyway.
Fortini is a quiet boy —
In school time, we might add,
For when he is at dances
He is a playful lad.
She doesn't like dance music ?
The idea is absurd —
Every orchestra is 0. K.,
But Loring's is preferred.
Doris has a diamond ring
Which she proudly flashes,
And every day in George's
Around the town she dashes.
Norma wants to be a nurse,
We've been often told,
If you're ever feeling ill,
Give her your hand to hold.
She avoids much trouble
Because she holds her tongue,
In quiet words and simple
Her praises should be sung.
We've always held
It isn't fair
For boys to have
Such curly hair.
Anna comes from Palestine,
And that's where she longs to
She hopes some day she can
To her home across the sea.
Riding is her hobby,
What she wants, of course,
Is a real live charger —
Not a hobby-horse.
"Tessie" can dance
And "Sampy" can sing,
Together they rival
"Ginger" and "Bing".
Govoni and his harmonica
Make an inseparable pair —
For wherever you find Govoni
There's sure to be music
If you want information
About Plymouth Rock,
Hunt up "Hickey" Guerra
And listen to him talk.
First it will laugh and
Then it will moan and
No, it's not an apparition —
It's Mando's saxaphone.
Inclined to giggle,
Inclined to talk,
But in girls' sports
She wins in a walk.
We must say you've changed
Since your freshman days,
For then you turned a vivid
When you met a lady's gaze.
Esther plays the fiddle
In the orchestra at school,
Really she is full of fun,
Though she's quiet, as a rule.
He's such a very quiet lad
He would create a panic
If he should some day just
And yell with voice titanic.
Gert is our class tomboy,
She dresses like a man,
With her lovely golden hair
We don't see how she can.
Lucy has a petition,
It's little enough that she
More hours in the day or
days in the week
To complete her innumerable
It's easy to remember
And so hard to forget
That in the field of sports
He's our safest bet.
Lively eyes and dimples deep
She may as well use them
She shyly confesses.
He told us this himself,
Strange though it appears;
If he doesn't want to hear us,
He will "close his ears".
As you go down the corridor,
If you see some curly hair
And hear a little giggle —
You'll know that Nancy's
Marguerite is the little girl
Whose pig-tails you have
All she needs is a lolly-pop
And some chocolate ice-
Maybe she can sew a seam,
Maybe she can cook —
But her greatest pride and
Is her history notebook.
Katharine calls for helpers
For she is overworked,
But when she checks up on
She finds that they have
HILDA LA VOIE
Hilda and Elsie
Are together each day,
Whether at work
Or whether at play.
The Emerald Isle is famous,
So is the "Isle of Capri",
But Joe feels an isle on the
Is really the best place to be.
Olga works in Buttner's,
And she's a good clerk, too;
When we need some shopping
We'll all come straight to
The b-r-r-raes of bonney
Have lost a bonny lad —
Jim came to America,
Which makes us vera gl-l-lad.
Ann is always happy —
She has a smile for all,
And, if you hear a titter,
Why, it's Ann in study hall.
The power behind the throne,
A second Bismark he —
To sartorial perfection
He holds the golden key.
Whenever we've needed music
For a school affair,
We have summoned Ermes
And "music filled the air".
Oscar, the pride of Ellisville,
Is a lanky lad;
Tries his hand at many
But radio's his fad.
To this weighty problem
For an answer we are look-
He does so much in every
When can he practice cook-
Carroll is an usher
At the Interstate,
He will guide you
If you come in late.
The Dionne quintuplets
Have risen to fame,
Our Martin triumvirate
Must do the same.
Girls, take warning!
Watch your step —
He may seem shy
But he's full of pep.
We're sorry, Jeanne,
That you went away,
And sincerely hope
You'll come back some day.
Can this be Daddy Long Legs,
Or it is Ichabod Crane?
But, anyway, with those
He'll never miss a train.
You fear oral topics?
Then how you must hate
To recite in your classes
And engage in debate.
Willing heart and willing
We ascribe to you,
For you have shown us both
On occasions not a few.
Frankie knows his onions,
His peas and apples, too;
He's always ready with that
To sell his goods to you.
To run a dancing party?
To decorate the hall?
To play watch-dog o'er our
Barbara Mellor's at our call.
Whenever we are planning
To put on some affair,
Play, assembly, operetta —
Bettie's always there.
That Vinnie is a quiet boy
If far beyond believing,
Though he often looks that
Appearance is deceiving.
"Deeds, not words"
Is this boy's creed,
Not a bad one
For us to heed.
Dark and winsome
She's always sweet,
Smart and smiling
And rather petite.
He was forced to acquire,
Now to the state senate
He well may aspire.
Many strange nicknames
We have heard,
But calling you "Peanuts"
Is really absurd.
He doesn't rave and tear his
He doesn't sit and pine —
But his life is one mad
To get work in on time.
Quiet here and boisterous
He is a contradiction;
As to which adjective fits
We have no real conviction.
No matter what trouble
Charlotte is in,
She soon overcomes it
With her cheerful grin.
She lives her life
Without making much noise,
But she enjoys Saquish
And baseball with boys.
We think we've solved your
The very best way to date:
Just swap your smile for
Mayo's legs —
And then you won't be late.
Our Helen is gay,
At work or at play.
Pratt is fond of cooking,
He makes both cake and pie,
For he can eat whate'er he
Maybe that's the reason why.
Does he get excited
When he's keeping score?
When we make a basket,
He promptly yells for more.
The girl of his choice,
He confessed in class,
Must be a pretty
But not clever lass.
Anita is a little girl
Who's always in a rush,
Ask her where she buys her
If you want to see her blush.
She did her part in hockey
In basketball and track,
We can see for every sport
She surely has a knack.
He seems gay and indepen-
To the struggling masses,
But we'd also look like that
If we had but two classes.
What can we say of Mary?
She's small and rather shy,
And greets you with a cheer-
Whenever she walks by.
Her interest in clothes
She comes rightly by,
She made our Christmas
Most pleasing to the eye.
Gentlemen prefer the blondes
We have often heard;
This assertion must be true,
For "Ginnie" is preferred.
It takes a lot to ruffle
For with eye and mind both
She goes about her business
Always placid and serene.
If the day is sunny,
Or if there's rain or snow,
He will take his pop-gun
And a-hunting go.
Erma's never happy
Unless she can ride,
A horse and a habit —
These are her pride.
Meg is quiet and reserved,
And always when she's sit-
If she isn't doing homework,
We'll bet you'll find her knit-
A hasty inspection
Of the covers of our books
Shows that without question
Hers are worst for looks.
Ernestine has been with us
For just a little while,
Although she is a quiet girl,
She wears a friendly smile.
We have it from a Junior
That he's her perfect man,
But Artie only smiles and
"Let her catch me — if she
How Warren Strong must
Browning's Herve Riel!
For Herve didn't have to go
To become an admiral.
She likes to ride,
Plays tennis, too,
There isn't much
She doesn't do.
"Tinker" often dances,
Tennis she enjoys,
She's very fond of riding-
And also fond of boys.
In studies Nello has attained
An envied reputation,
An how Miss Carey did enjoy
His French pronunciation!
When he tells of his exploits
We hold our breath with
Baron Munchausen's second
When Tracy hits his stride.
Margaret comes from Mano-
The distance isn't great —
And though she's often ab-
She is never late.
When he had his picture
The photographer opined
That he would "take" the
best of all —
His face was the right kind.
On a stormy day near the
With a gun or two to shoot,
That's where Charley wants
To kill a duck or coot.
From Atlantic to Pacific
He's been within a year.
For the title of class traveler
This boy's without a peer.
A little girl
With curly hair,
A dance in town? —
Then Esther's there.
If to class you'd carry
A shiny megaphone,
Your right answers could be
And your wisdom known.
His golden eaglet
He proudly displays,
In scout activities
He spends his days.
Whatever is it
Keeps you that way'
Lessons hold no terrors
For our Allen Wood,
It doesn't really seem
That a girl from Whitman
Roger is not always sure
About the parts of speech,
But life has its compensa-
Some subjects he could teach.
In work or play
We like her style,
She is earnest
All the while.
Continued from page 4
Finally our last year arrived. At first
we were pleased with our exalted posi-
tion, but we soon discovered that there
was plenty of work attendant upon our
new advantages. Unaccustomed as we
were to assuming responsibilities, we
were overwhelmed at times by the prob-
lems confronting us. Our first endeavor
was the Senior Dance held a few days
before Christmas. Although the com-
mittee worked long and earnestly, the
dance was not well attended and conse-
quently the profit was not great. The
Christmas assembly program consisting
of several living tableaux of Christmas
carols prepared in two weeks, was our
most successful stage production — since
it was our only one.
Although, as a class, we did not dis-
tinguish ourselves in athletics, several
members have won praise. Among our
football heroes were Arthur Ragazzini,
Bradford Martin, and Andrew Easier.
Atteo Ferazzi and Gerald Mayo were
proficient in basketball, while Bradford
Martin, our most outstanding player,
won a trophy for his excellence in shoot-
The only outstanding mark of effi-
ciency demonstrated in our Junior year,
the choosing of our class colors, was un-
done, when, as exalted Seniors, we ex-
ercised the privilege of changing our
minds, rescinded the vote, and decided
upon blue and white. These colors we
shall use at our class banquet, on com-
mencement and class night. With many
regrets that our history is not a brilliant
account of many worthwhile deeds and
startling successes, we bequeath our de-
termination to tell the unvarnished
truth to the historians of the class of
Last Will and Testament
J-JAVING successfully battled our way
through four years of Depression
and unsuccessfully looked around cor-
ners for Prosperity, we, the courageous
and overworked class of 1935, do hereby
bestow the following humble items upon
a most deserving faculty which has
guided our staggering steps toward
graduation during these last four years :
To Mr. Shipman: A dark room for the
purpose of demonstrating to the Camera
Club the methods of developing and
printing pictures (when there is a new
P. H. S.).
To Mrs. Raymond: Another Stephen
Cappannari to furnish subjects for ar-
To Miss Brown : A carload of cough-
drops to be used the morning after a
To Mr. Bagnall: A sound proof
room (when there is a new P. H. S.) so
that "La Marseilles" will not disturb his
To Miss Carey: The biography and
works of Gertrude Stein for the delec-
tation of her French classes.
To Miss Wilber: Courage with
which to flaunt public opinion so that
she may ride her bicycle in Plymouth.
To Miss Judd: A "keep-out" sign for
her classroom door. It might eliminate
those trying interruptions during short-
To Mr. Smiley: A new book on the
advanced methods of grunting.
To Mr. Young: Twelve lessons in
drawing for the purpose of enabling the
agricultural classes to distinguish pigs
To Mr. Albertin : Three Cheers ! He
has proved that it is possible to "change
horses in mid-stream" successfully.
To Miss Kelly : Rubber heels for her
shoes, if she really wishes to discover
who's been talking.
To Mrs. Swift: A special alarm clock
to wake sleepy Sophomores on Mon-
day morning. (At any time when
she has no use for it, Miss Wilber might
like to borrow it.)
To Mr. Pioppi: An orchestra minus
just a few violins.
To Miss Rafter: Ancient Histories
minus the story of the Persian Invas-
ions. We're sure this will meet with the
approval of the Sophomore history
To Miss Locklin: A room large
enough to hold her math classes (when
there is a new P. H. S.) .
To Mr. Smith: A shiny new bus to
furnish transportation for the "girl-
friends" of the basketball teams. We
believe this will relieve the minds of the
boys and enable them to play a better
To Miss Jacques: A new French
word to substitute for "maintenant."
To Mr. Mongan: Apologies for the
fact that our College Board English
class may have disturbed the industri-
To Miss Dowling: An invitation —
not to a dance — to come across the
street. We never see her in the main
To Miss McNerny: A yardstick. It
will save her steps.
To Miss Humphrey : A policeman to
direct traffic around her desk at 12:30.
To Miss Lang : Bubblers in her class
rooms as an aid to her throat.
To Miss Johnson: Typewriting
books beautifully illustrated with pic-
tures of Clark Gable and Mae West.
This will undoubtedly eliminate "Eyes
on your books."
To Miss Coombs: A padlock for the
office door to keep out would-be
To Mrs. Garvin: Appreciative spec-
tators for girls' sports.
To The Freshman Faculty: Our
promise that we'll vote for a new school
when we're twenty-one.
To The Class of 1936 : A deep, dark
secret. (Sh-sh) Mrs. Raymond will use
you for guinea pigs in her psychological
experiments. Don't say we didn't warn
To The Class of 1937: A memory
book. Did you forget a Sophomore Hop ?
To The Class of 1938: Roberts'
Rules of Order for class meetings. We
hope you won't need it — but we believe
Signed, sealed, published, and de-
clared by the above-named Class of
1935, as and for their last will and test-
ament, in our presence, and we, in their
presence at their request, and in the
presence of each other have hereto sub-
scribed our names as witnesses to the
Pop I. Thsalermaan
Mick E. Mousenminny
PROVERBS THAT FIT
A bad cook licks his own fingers —
Boys' cooking class
A bad shift is better than none —
A large drum makes much noise —
Quality not quantity —
Give place to your betters — Juniors
Knowledge is power — Seniors
Clothes help to make the man —
Sacrifice thy heart not on every altar —
Laugh and grow fat — "Rags" Ragazzini
After supper walk a mile — Brad Martin
He who counts the pennies shall know
bright smiles —
Vincent "Jelly" Baietti
Better late than never — Jack Guimares
Absence makes the heart grow fonder —
Birds of a feather flock together —
All work and no play makes Jack a dull
boy — Warren Johnson
Smile and the world smiles with you —
Live and let live —
Mr. Smiley and his cats
He who hesitates is lost — Class Banquet
A guilty conscience needs no accuser —
Girls who skip school to go shop-
A little is better than none —
Forbidden fruit is sweetest —
Grin and bear it — Homework
Half a loaf is better than none —
Let sleeping dogs lie —
Senior Class Project
He who is warm thinks all so — Faculty
Love me, love my horse — Nettie
Many hands make light work —
Strike while the iron is hot —
Poor reasons are worse than none —
Look before you leap — Class colors
Walls have ears — Athletic Room
The less play the better — In Study Hall
-Short and sweet — High School Days
The best of friends must part —
Class of '35
THE HARP OF LIFE
With one vibrant chord we touch the
harp of Life
For the first time ;
And in the answering tremor of its
We know an exultation that we,
The Class of 1935,
Can play this instrument at will,
Can touch its still, untroubled strings,
And stir its very depths
With our joys and sorrows,
With our dreams and deeds.
We pluck the strings again;
And God, the Great Musician,
Smiles as the chord ascends
High in the heavens,
A symbol of our aspirations,
An echo of our hopes and dreanns.
World, we charge you, listen—
For our hands, God willing,
Will play such music as this harp
Has never heard before.
Marion E. McGinnis
OF THE FACULTY
Mr. Shipman: Crooked pictures on the
Mr. Mongan: Radio crooners
Mrs. Raymond: Broken-down fences
Miss Brown: Clashing colors
Miss Kelly: Pupils who cannot follow
Miss Rafter : Affectionate dogs
Miss McNerney: Songs from "Pina-
fore" hummed in cooking class
Miss Wilber: Mosquitoes
Miss H. C. Johnson: Senior boys who
act like infants
Miss Kenefick : Persistent chatterboxes
Mrs, Swift: Failure to write book re-
ports on time
Miss Lang : Interruptions
Miss Carey : Day-dreaming in class
Mr. Bagnall : Talk about nothing
Miss Locklin : Lazy pupils
Mr. Smiley : Human talking machines
Miss Judd: Sixth period class of Busi-
Miss Humphrey : Misspelled words
Miss Jacques : Exchanging glances
Miss H. M. Johnson: People who talk
when someone else is talking
Miss Hayes : Pupils who recite in whis-
Mr. Pyle : Waiting for people
Mr. Young: Presumptuous and persis-
pERUSING the County Farm Courier,
(of which Eric Eccleston is editor)
edition of June 7, 1950, we are attracted
to several sections of this influential
Glowing Praise exudes from the
headlines. Fire Chief Charles Baum-
gartner successfully battles blaze for
four hours. — No, — we've mixed the
headlines. He started out to quench the
conflagration, but was diverted when he
slipped on the skin of a banana which
had come from James Devitt's fruit
wagon. Minor calamities perpetrated
by our errant chief were: upsetting
Amelio Pasolini's fleet of peanut
wagons, running over Carroll Martin's
whiskers (he finally grew some), and
slightly damaging a truck load of eggs
en route to Wilfred Santerre's Grocery
Among the last-minute bulletins is a
communication from Washington, D. C.
(Department of Chiselers) which states
that Stephen Cappannari, well known
for his palliation by specious reasoning,
has succeeded in jamming through the
Senate a bill which prohibits using non-
union labor in the pickle-packing indus-
Another bulletin relative to the same
subject says that James Clarke, eminent
broker and believer in the open shop,
asserts, "Wall Street is due for another
panic. This upstart will ruin our pros-
perity. Our forefathers got along with-
out unionizing pickle plants, so why
Edward Hall, John Medeiros, and
Albert Walton, well known soap-box
orators, were this morning incarcerated
in the local hoosegow because of a de-
nunciatory speech directed against the
bill. They will be defended by Robert
Appleton, well-known lawyer.
An interesting item from Timbuctoo
tells us that Robert Marvelli, the famed
linguist, who left here last year on a
sight-seeing trip to foreign lands, has
finally found someone to pay his passage
to America. He was stranded there due
to a distressing inability to remember
the French, Italian, Spanish, Portu-
guese, German, and Pig Latin for,
"Brother, can you spare a dime?"
We note that the launching of the
newest Ocean Kiddie Kar (designed by
Winslow Anderson) took place today.
The monstrosity was christened by
Marjorie Cantoni, who arrived late for
the ceremony. Since some hardened
filcher had stolen the champagne,
Laurence Guerra heroically gave up his
lunch, a thermos of Ovaltine, for the
purpose. Anthony Caramello will pilot
the ship around the Gurnet and back.
Brave fellow !
The annual report from Angelina
DeTrani's Orphan Asylum is printed in
this issue. The Head Beadle, Ernestine
Squibb, reports that, due to an epidemic
of indigestion, Malvina Emond, the
Keeper of the Grub, has been able to
save a considerable amount of corn
meal mush. Three cheers for the H. B.
and the K. of the G.
On page 2, several advertisements
catch our eye.
Jeanette Goodwin and Helen Brewer
offer to demonstrate a horse-drawn
automobile. "Absolutely the latest in
society circles," they say.
Gertrude Henning's store offers Man-
nish Clothes for Women, and Womanish
Clothes for Men.
Marjorie Kierstead and Margaret
Valler, proprietresses of the "Knittery"
(everything for the knitter) will give a
premium to anyone who can solve the
jigsaw puzzle found on the back of
"Daisy Chain" yarn, which is manufac-
tured by Bradford Martin.
Oscar Marsh's Funeral Emporium ex-
tends season's greetings to all and
thanks everyone for the excellent busi-
ness he has been enjoying.
Local business moguls announce a
merger through which they hope to
corner the market in Plymouth and its
environs. Those engaged in this con-
solidation are: Vincent Govoni, salami
manufacturer de luxe, Robert William-
son, breeder of contented cows, John
Chapman, mugger (photographer to
you) for the Police Department, and
Nita Fiocchi, whose hair-bows have
been copied by smart women every-
Lucy Bernagozzi and Helen Finney
announce several bargains this week.
Drastic reductions in dust picker-uppers
and cobweb-preventers are announced.
They also offer, at reduced prices,
Roland Martin's latest invention. It is
called the "Mother's Helper," and per-
forms several tasks simultaneously. For
example, the machine can mix cocktails,
cement, and creosote to form a delicious
plum pudding. If you do not care for
the pudding, merely switch to another
wavelength and get "Reducing Exer-
cises" by Gerald Mayo. No guarantee is
given with any machine.
Nello Torri, Chief Oyster of the
Hoister, Hoister, and Dropper Co., will
officiate at the renovation of the Plym-
outhe Rocke. A new crack will be added.
William Pearson has propagated a
new kind of Peerless Pigeon. It is sold
under the slogan, "Guaranteed to
The society page next claims our at-
At a recent gathering of (dumb)
belles and (gaza) beaux at Near
Admiral Warren Strong's country
shanty, the following members of the
elite were present: Madeline Bernado,
celebrated siren of stage, screen, and tel-
evision ; Lucy Holmes, winner of the
title, "The Busiest Woman," and Jean
Beytes, whose service to humanity in
stamping out elephantiasis of the ego, a
disease which threatened to wipe out
the species of common goldfish, won
her the admiration of many.
Alice Andrada, whose latest produc-
tion, "40 Thieves in the Washtub", has
taken the nation by storm, will soon
arrive here for a rest cure.
Ermes Manzotti is the guest of honor
at the home of the Guidaboni's. It will
be remembered that Mr. Manzotti,
whose theme song "Fantasie in Helio-
trope," thrilled us at the basket-ball
games, has recently composed another
triumph. He calls it "Prelude to Tears,"
and writes it under the nom de plume
of Iman Onion.
On page 5, a column edited by Aurora
Regini and Anita Reggiani, the Book-
worm's Haven, has something of inter-
est for all of us. Criticisms of the latest
books include :
A laudation of the latest effort of
Andrew Easier and Gino Cristofori, the
"Bally Who's Who."
Praise for "Thwarted : Again," or,
"The Villain Holds the Bag," which was
written by the promising young author,
An expert opinion on "Doughnut
Dunking, Its Origin, Practice, and
Value," by Robert Glass, champion
An appreciative article on James
Louden's "How to Get the Other Fellow
to Buy the Drinks," which is a very de-
pendable work since Mr. Louden is a
recognized authority on the subject.
Paeans of praise for "Sports" by
Albert Albertini, Atteo Ferazzi, and
The Woman's Page, conducted by
Louise Swift and Helen Smith, claims
its share of our attention.
At the top of the page we are greeted
by the homely philosophy of Sandy
MacSquiff (alias Doris Ardizonni,) who
says, "If at first you don't succeed, suck
a lemon." There appears to be some
collusion here, for immediately below
this we find a suggestion from the editor
that we patronize Frank Mello's Fruit
From the exchange columns we learn
Ettiebay Ordtmay sends in a Norwe-
gian recipe for an eggless, milkless,
butterless, flourless cake. She asks, in
return, a parasol and a steam heater.
Pellie Nierce offers to exchange a
kitchen stove and a clothesline for a
bulkhead door and some laundry soap.
Marion McGinnis, running true to
form, asks, "Will some kind reader
please send a left-handed monkey
wrench in exchange for my canary?"
The Question Box, under the able
direction of Warren (Know-It- All)
Johnson, has some interesting features.
We cite an example of the work done by
him and his aides :
Q. Enclosed find my picture. The
boy friend kissed me last night, under
the mistletoe. Was that good luck?
Signed : Brilliant, but a Sight
A. Lady, with a face like yours, it
was a miracle.
Signed: Talln Hansum
The Social Graces Department, con-
ducted by Katherine Lahey, is the next
object of our attention. In her article
she describes the most refined way of
soup dibbling. Her method is to use a
straw. Very effete.
The Editorial Page reflects the high
sense of responsibility and criticism in
In a scathing article directed against
the street cleaners because they wear
out too many brooms, Margaret Wirz-
burger advises that the street-cleaning
contract be given to the rival cleaning
concern, the Nodirt Corporation, which
is managed by Antonio Provinzano.
Jessie Sanderson's editorial expresses
the general feeling which exists among
the townspeople. She praises the actions
of the Chief-of-Police, Ramo Bongio-
vanni, and his able henchmen, Lieut.
James Cadose and Serg't David Dias,
who so gallantly promoted the ends of
justice by apprehending Slippery Sam
and Weary Willie, who were caught
in the act of breaking the points
of the Selectmen's pencils previous to
the annual meeting.
The Lost and Found Department,
conducted by Olga Andrietti, lists the
following as lost and not yet found:
Lost: a wig from Joseph Costa's Ton-
Lost: a violin, by Esther Haley. No re-
Lost: a few pounds, by Enis Bergonzini.
And now for the Drayma and Cinema
Continued on page 21
Continued from page 19
A large photo of Helen Pirani em-
bellishes the page. She is depicted as an
Elf in the Sylvan Glade. Ruth Whiting,
at the piano, accompanies her perform-
ance with suitable music.
Elsie Ottani and Esther White are
being tripped by the light fantastic on
July 4, at the Memorial Hall. What a
An attractive advertisement divides
this page into two parts. Chiari's Gown
Shop, we learn, will introduce to Plym-
outh, the latest creations of Rubinstein.
Alice Barufaldi and Olga Longinotti
will muddle the creations. (Little mann-
ikin, what now?)
To proceed : An educational lecture is
scheduled to take place at Memorial Hall
for July 6, the speaker to be Evelyn
Ellis. Her subject will be "The Art of
Propelling a Perambulator." She will
illustrate her talk with the latest in
turret-top baby carriages. (The turret
tops were invented by Jack Guimares
for the purpose of allowing Junior to at-
tack passers-by with his bean blower in
A lecture, illustrated by stereopticon
slides, on the subject, "Stew-beef or not
Stew-beef" will be delivered by Teresa
Govi, that talented speaker. The ma-
chine will be operated by Charles Cole-
The Neri Plan ($25 a week, no taxes,
and free bus-tickets) will be explained
by Joseph Laurence next week. Come
one, come all. There will be no collection.
The movie program for the week in-
cludes, "This Is a Pretty Kettle of Fish,"
which stars Virginia Ryder and Arthur
Raggazini, and "Poor but Honest," or,
"Shylock Gets His," which features
Alma Guidetti, Edna Wright, and Elsie
The Men-About-Town (Dario Ro-
mano and Earle Pimental) have a pro-
fusion of patter this morning. We re-
print their column, which reads:
"Glimpsed Ann Mabbett accompanied
by Marjorie Bradford and Donald
Tracy trying out new fleet of Ford V8's
— Noted Hilda LaVoie, Marguerite
Ketchen, Doris Fraser, and Nancy
Kabelsky, Professional High Power
Saleswomen, out to increase the busi-
ness of Richard Voght's Shoe Shine
Shoppe. Dropped around to see above-
mentioned establishment, and recog-
nized among the attendants Mando Pell-
egrini, Arthur Strassel, Lester Nicker-
son, and Armando Fortini. The sign
above the door of the establishment
reads : "Pedal tegements well and artis-
tically illuminated and rejuvenated for
the infinitesimal remuneration of ten
cents per operation." — Barbara Mellor,
who last week zoomed thru the ether on
a record-breaking, epoch-making,
breath-taking nonstop flight to Mano-
met and back, is still being feted and
toasted throughout the town together
with Flora Fortini, the new Minister to
France. — Much thrilled to witness
President Albert Padovani and Vice-
President James Pratt at impressive
corner-stone ceremonies of the new
Plymouth High School (can you bear
it ? ) — Super-modernistic prefabricated
building designed by Charles Cooper —
Stupendous Murals by Anna Goldbergh
depicting the progress of the Class of
1935 soon to be unveiled .... Members
of new faculty appointed by Superin-
tendent Allen Wood include Beatrice
Dube, Instructress of Business Organi-
zation; Charlotte Pierce, head of the
English Department; Alonzo James,
Physical Director .... A special drive to
reduce the number of underweight
students in the town is being conducted
by the school nurses, Margaret Sim-
mons and Erma Sears with the co-oper-
ation of Roger Wood's Dairy . . . New
Hart - Schaffner - Maccaferri Clothing
store on Main street.
The Instructor's Corner this week has
an informative article on the "Care and
Treatment of Fountain Pens" by Mary
Rossetti and Ruth Tingley.
A review of the latest flops, by
Frances Johnson and Norma Gallerani,
Their impression of "Lost in a Fog,"
the latest Metro-Fox-Corp. production.
Their opinion of "Once a Lunk-Head,
Always a Lunk-Head."
And now, having doggedly struggled
through to the bitter end, we sigh with
relief, and throw the paper where it
James A. Louden
Charles I. Cooper
The editors wish to express
their indebtedness to the Com-
mercial Department for typing
the copy for this issue of "The
A new kind of book was presented to
me recently by the publishers. It is
called "Understanding America". This
book, which is a collection of essays
dealing with various phases of Amer-
ican life, is intended to give the reader
information whereby he may become ac-
quainted with the many aspects of
American civilization. I am impressed
with its significance, designed, as it is, to
help young people visualize many of the
problems which must be solved if they
are to make satisfactory progress to-
ward the development of that type of
society which is not only desirable but
also possible in a democracy. To under-
stand America and its ideals seems to
me the crying need of the times. Every
thoughtful person, young or old, must
be aware that our civilization is con-
temporary, ever-changing, and is lead-
ing us on with a force and sweep, the ul-
timate goal of which is not yet in sight.
Therefore, it becomes our duty as well
as opportunity to prepare ourselves for
useful citizenship to the best of our
ability and go forward with our minds
open to truth, new or old, whenever or
wherever it may be presented to us.
Why is this necessary? Because democ-
racy is a matter of growth and has not
yet reached maturity.
Dr. Arthur E. Morgan, president of
Antioch College, states that "Democracy
is not just a form of government, but a
complex social achievement". By that
he means that all should "share in the
wealth and opportunity which society
creates, each to the extent which will
promote the greatest total welfare."
That is a splendid ideal, isn't it? Yet too
many Americans have failed to appre-
ciate it and have sought to escape from
the common lot to a privileged status.
This is contrary to the purpose of de-
mocracy and has given rise to a spirit
of acquisitiveness, false standards of
estimating individual worth, and over-
emphasis on material wealth. True de-
mocracy is possible only "with the de-
velopment of high individual character
and finds its expression only as individ-
uals identify their own welfare with
that of men in general". If we believe
that this is true, then it seems to me
that our first duty to democracy is to
understand it. We should develop out-
looks and appreciations such that, if
likewise developed by others, thoroughly
democratic forms of government, busi-
ness, and social relationships would be
encouraged and eventually established.
It is entirely likely that during the years
immediately before us as much thought
and effort will be given to improving the
conception and functions of a democratic
society as have been devoted to the
mastery of the physical world during the
last two centuries. In all this you are
to have an important share. I, there-
fore, urge you to assume your responsi-
bilities as citizens of a great country
with intelligence and diligence. May you
get a conception of America not only as
it is, but as it ought to be — a nation in
which every worthy individual can be
guaranteed an honest and comfortable
living, a nation in which much more
national wealth shall be used to support
education, build health and recreation
centers instead of $35,000,000 battle-
ships, a nation in which crime with its
enormous cost is suppressed almost to
the vanishing point, in which graft and
dishonest practices in business and
government shall be eliminated, a nation
in which the ideals expressed in the
Declaration of Independence and the
Preamble to the Constitution become the
guiding motive of conduct in all polit-
ical, economic, and social life. Such a
Utopia will probably not be fully real-
ized in our day and generation, but we
can help create it by seeing it even afar
off and doing our part in contributing to
We go out of the early morning
Into the noon of life ;
Success is fair compensation
For those who endure the strife.
Life itself is a battle
That is fought to the bitter end ;
And they who obey the laws of God
Their happy way will wend.
Let us remember the rights of others,
Let us take all that life will give ;
May we give back the best that is in us,
And a happy life we shall live.
James Boyle '35
PLYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL FACULTY
First Row, Lydia E. Judd, Elizabeth C. Kelly, Barbara M. Coombs, Secretary to the Principal,
Margaret Kenneflck, Helen M. Johnson, Miriam A. Raymond, Katherine J. Lang, E. Doris Carey;
Second Row, Helen C. Johnson, Jeannette C. Jacques, Louise B. Humphrey, Mary E. Hayes, Charlotte
C. Brown, Kathleen McNerney, Nellie J. Locklin, Helen Swift, Amy M. Rafter, Margie E. Wilber
Third Row, Edwin B. Young, Arthur G. Pyle, John H. Smith, Charles I. Bagnall, Richard Smiley,
Edgar J. Mongan, Frank E. Fash, Wayne M. Shipman
STAFF OF "THE PILGRIM"
First Row, Alba Martinelli, Lucy Holmes, Stephen Cappannari, Audrey Dutton.
Second Roid, Marjorie Cantoni, Jean Whiting, Dorothy Perkins, Katharine Lahey, Helen Brewer,
Barbara Mellor, Marion McGinnis;
Third Row, Francis Scheid, William Pearson,
Charles Cooper, Warren Bradford
Deane Beytes, Warren Strong, Bradford Martin,
COR three generations our old general
store, about a mile from the town
and one of New England's passing in-
stitutions, has dispensed its "general
merchandise and Yankee notions" to
many and widely different types of cus-
tomers. In its shabby, disorderly in-
terior, amid a confusing array of all
kinds of provisions and articles, can be
found everything from baked beans to
caviar, and from needles to mowing ma-
chines; while through its ancient door
have passed inhabitants of the "back
woods" and those of Park Avenue.
It was one of this latter type whose
impressive limousine glided silently to
a stop before our door late one October
afternoon. Assisted gently by her
chauffeur, a ponderous dowager labori-
ously extricated herself from the luxur-
ious interior, and proceeded slowly into
the store, her fat, bejewelled fingers
fumbling in her bag for a list.
"Have you the sugar I telephoned
for?" she demanded in a high, authori-
"Yes," my father smiled, "we had to
send to Boston for it, but — "
"All right," broke in Mrs. Frederick
Long Hamilton, Sr., sharply, "how much
"The pound box is seven cents," he
"Seven cents!" shrilled the outraged
one raising an indignant lorgnette.
"Mercy! I can purchase perfectly good
sugar at the Super Sanitary Service
System for five and one half cents."
"Yes, but Pierce's is better quality,
and has to be — "
"Very well, I shall take it since my
sister will use nothing else," she said
resignedly, as though performing some
noble service. "I shall now look at your
"We have these kinds in bulk," said
my father, indicating a rack of large,
glass-covered boxes, which Mrs. Hamil-
ton surveyed through the lorgnette
as if they were garbage. "And the
assorted ones in packages," he contin-
ued, taking one from the shelf.
The lady seemed slightly more inter-
ested, turning the package over and
eyeing the label suspiciously. He tore
off the cellophane wrapper, and', open-
ing the box, extended it to her. Gingerly
she tasted one, but placed it on the
counter shaking her head, "Too sweet".
Four other kinds were opened which
were either too salty, too rich, too
chocolate, and always too expensive.
"Perhaps Mr. Bailey across the
street — " began my father.
"Never mind," coldly. "The Super-
Sanitary Service System will have what
Seventeen of the thirty-one brands of
coffee were scrutinized and discussd.
This one would not keep you awake at
night, this one was dated, that one was
advertised on the radio, this one va-
cuum-packed. The final decision was
the standard brand sold by the chain
At the end of thirty minutes, the
counter was heaped high with various
provisions. Mrs. Hamilton brought the
lorgnette into play once more and
scanned her list. "I believe that will be
all," she said. "Now let me see. What
have I bought?"
"The sugar," said my father. "Seven
"Well," she said regretfully, drawing
out a leather check book, "I had in-
tended to buy all my goods here so I
brought no money with me." And she
proceeded to make out a check to herself
for ten dollars. "Will you cash this,
please?" she demanded, handing it to
Puzzled, he opened the cash register
and pawed about for small bills.
"Oh, — and you may deliver the
sugar," she added. "We're still at the
summer place in Manomet, you know."
Yes, he knew. — It was five miles
down there. Profit on sugar one and one
half cents ; cost of gasoline — oh, well — .
He handed her the money.
"Thank you. They accept only cash
at the Super-Sanitary Service System,
Charles Cooper '35
§ERGEANT O'Malley of the Military
Police was on sick leave. Jostling
through the slowly-moving crowd on the
Rue de Montin in the French holiday re-
sort, he reached his destination, a com-
fortably-shaded seat overlooking the
bay, from which he could view the
promenade and the beach.
Civilian clothes, merrymakers, and
brilliant sunshine combined to create an
enjoyable atmosphere for the sergeant,
whose proximity to the front lines had
caused an intense dislike of jarring
clamor. So, established contentedly, he
contemplated the antics of "crazy for-
A slight disturbance in a cafe not far
distant from his seat attracted his at-
tention for a few seconds, but he dis-
missed it with a shrug ; the Frog police
could look after these affairs. He was
suddenly aroused by a stream of Gallic
invectives, evidently hurled at an Irish-
man. Before he could rise to his feet, he
heard the fight begin.
He rolled his ponderous bulk to the
entrance of the cafe. From this vantage
point he observed with extreme pleasure
the sight of a corpulent Irishman pum-
meling an irate French poilu. In an-
other part of the cafe, tables were over-
turned as half a dozen Irishmen and
Frenchmen were disputing possession
of a roll of bills. The battle raged
noisily, each side giving and receiving
Gendarmes, unable to quell the dis-
turbance, were waiting for it to finish
before making arrests.
With dismay O'Malley saw his fellow-
Hibernian being overwhelmed. Unable
to restrain himself further, he uttered a
Celtic yell and plunged into the fray.
With his aid, the Irish rallied and routed
The hostilities over, the gendarmes
proceeded to perform their duties. See-
ing this, the Irishmen became glum. Ten
days in the "jug" had no attractions for
them. Once again O'Malley saved the
situation. Presenting his credentials as
sergeant of the military police, he in-
sisted on taking as his prisoners the
Irishmen who had figured in the brawl.
Since this was satisfactory to the gen-
darmes, he led his band of bruised
brawlers in the direction of army head-
quarters, but once safely out of sight of
the gendarmes, he set free his prisoners,
then proceeded on his way. He whistled
blithely as he went along.
O'Malley was happy. O'Malley was on
J. Louden '35
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On A Variety of Subjects
J-JOW significant are the things seen at
windows by passers-by ! Signs of
life are emitted from every window
from early morning to late at night.
Bedding and curtains flap wildly from
the open windows. Flower boxes filled
with colorful blossoms make ornate the
sills, and now and then a child's tousled
head can be seen peering curiously over
a window-sill. Two women leaning
from their windows gossip merrily in
the morning sunshine with, perhaps, a
rug or a mop in hand. From other win-
dows come shrieks from radios or the
sound of quarreling children or their
gay laughter and chatter. A cat basks
in the sunlight, while an ice card is
perched at an angle above his head. Oc-
casionally a trilling and chirping is
heard from a pert canary.
As one goes on into the shopping dis-
trict, various displays in windows im-
mediately catch the eye. Perhaps there
is beautiful finery or delicious edibles,
both attractive to the eye.
Passing a factory, one sees people in-
dustriously engaged at machinery,
working steadily and unceasingly. As
one glances upward, he catches a
glimpse of a dentist's uniform and
thanks his lucky stars that he is on the
outside looking in.
As twilight gathers, the last pink rays
of sun are reflected in the thous-
ands of windows, and, as darkness
arrives, twinkling lights gleam from
every window signifying at least life —
be it sad or pleasant.
Dorothy Perkins '36
^fE don't think of them often, unless
they happen to be too small, but
they offer an interesting train of
thought to the one who does stop to
think about them.
When the first cave man wrapped a
skin about his foot, he started the de-
velopment of one of our most necessary
articles of apparel. What costume
would be complete without footgear to
Likewise, much can be told about a
person from the shoes he wears. In the
thirteenth century, shoes were soft and
pointed; the longer the points, the
higher the social position of the wearer.
In fact, the points of the ultra-fashion-
able soon grew so long that they had to
be tied to the knees to prevent the per-
son from tripping over them. Though
these extremes are no longer seen, shoes
are still an index to social position.
For instance, in a subway car, facing
the opposite seat which extends the
length of the car, I can tell something
of the people across the aisle even
though most of them are hidden by
newspapers. This tired pair of dust-
caked broughans indicates a day of hard
work well done, while the quiet, low-
heeled, black pumps beside them suggest
a shop-girl who has been on her feet for
hours. They keep crossing and uncros-
sing/trying to find the least tiring
position. Next in line is a tiny, frivo-
lous pair of patent-leather pumps with
extremely high heels. We know without
further thought the type of girl to
whom these belong. A sturdy pair of
moccasins is next. The woman who
wears these has no patience with the
French heels and paper-thin soles of her
neighbor. She has sacrificed style for
comfort and is the better for it. This
meticulously-shined pair of Oxfords
looks much like many other pairs be-
longing to business men, but what dif-
ferent stories they could tell !
Last is a pair of broken-toed, scarred
shoes that are sprawled wearily in a cor-
ner of the car. These shoes have tramped
the streets daily and propped themselves
on park benches nightly for a long time.
Shoes must have pleasure, too. One
can almost envy the old pair that sinks
into the fragrant, just-thawed earth of
the garden in springtime, and dodges
the inevitable puddles that come in the
loveliest time of year. There are the
sandals that bury themselves in the fine
sand of the beach, and the moccasins
that sink into the forest's aged carpet
of pine needles, not to mention the
slippers that are toasted before the fire
in the evening when the day is dying.
Yes, shoes must have pleasure, too.
Priscilla Roberts '36
ON HAVING THE GRIPPE
THE grippe, as you probably have dis-
covered, is one of the pointless afflic-
tions of a human being. Even the joys
of being lazy in bed are dispelled by its
headaches and weariness. It comes on
suddenly to most people, although the
tired and scrappy you of yesterday may
have been a symptom.
The day on which you first get the
grippe is begun as usual. You come
down to breakfast feeling at odds with
the world. After one look at your weary
face, someone feels your forehead and
says rather decisively, "Better stay in
bed to-day. You don't want to be sick,
In vain you listlessly remonstrate
about the amount of work you'll have to
make up if you're absent; nevertheless,
it's rather a relief to go off to bed. Once
there with a pile of books beside you as
a sop to your conscience, you lack even
the ambition to pick them up. You lie
too weary even to look at anything.
Your head seems about to split. All in-
terest or anxiety concerning the work
you'll miss flies. For a few days you lie
there, not even eating, for who wants
to eat when he has the grippe ?
After two or three days, you recover,
or so the doctor says, and sit up weakly
in a chair. By this time you really feel
as though you could read a few pages
and nibble at some food. After three
days of this, you decide that you'd
better return to school or the work
you've missed will be too much for you
to conquer. Lacking ambition, you
The make-up work and your regular
work almost send you back to bed. You
struggle along, going to bed at eight
o'clock every night and doing almost
nothing. Yet slowly you recover from the
attack, like the Irishman who was sick
sixteen days after he got better.
Elizabeth Belcher '36
effect. When they have finished, the re-
sult will probably not be at all like the
original, but that doesn't matter. It is
the satisfaction you get from being able
to say, "I knitted a tarn." So, get your
yarn and begin now. It's never too late.
Elsie Monti '36
THE KNITTING HABIT
TT'S sweeping the country! Perhaps it
is more appropriate to say it's wind-
ing its way. Have you a ball of yarn in
your home? If not, hasten to your
favorite store, even the drug store will
do, and get your supply now. Don't you
know that it's very smart and ultra-
modern to knit? Perhaps your ability
dictates a five-inch pocket-book, but it
serves its purpose.
On wintry nights, gathered before a
hot stove with faces burning and feet
freezing, the feminine sex is repre-
sented by all ages. Thirteen-year-old
sister is making a tarn like the one that
Greta Garbo wore in her latest picture,
while her older sister, who is thirty-five-
well, perhaps thirty, is making one like
Shirley Temple's to obtain that youthful
Gazing at the moon,
I fell asleep
And in my dream
Was horror —
I knew not why!
Trembling with fright,
In the heavens above
Serene and calm
And dreamed no more.
Mary Goddard '36
THE WIND'S CHALLENGE
On a summer's night it whispers of
moonlight on murmuring lagoons.
It breathes a tale of pulsating life,
Of a heaven laced with gold.
I must go ; let me follow you !
On a stormy night it thunders of foam-
ing seas and life's adventures.
It beckons, the tumultuous spirit leaps
But I am afraid —
I must stay at home and envy you
through my window.
Virginia Wood '36
A long line of golden light divides King
From the vast, immeasurable sky;
Like a hungry flame, the sun creeps up
into God's firmament
To blaze down upon the turbulent sea.
The white caps glisten like diamonds
Under the rays of Nature's torch
The boisterous East Wind dashes the
Against the rocks along the beach,
Throwing high a shower of spray —
A glorious new day has come !
Priscilla McCosh '36
A NEW LITERARY GENIUS?
"JTAY, have you ever heard of Ger-
"No, I don't think so. She isn't that
new torch singer with Whiteman's is
"You don't know anything. Why
Gertrude Stein is one of the foremost
writers of the day. She's even consid-
ered a genius by many of her readers.
You think only of jazz orchestras."
"Well, what does she write?"
"Oh, she's marvelous — listen! 'What
has my life in America been, it has been
the doing of everything that I never
have done. Never have done, never
could have done, never could have done
again, that is the way my life in
America began and is begun and is go-
ig on.' What do you think of that?"
"Terrible — put on Rudy Vallee."
"No, its about time you became in-
terested in good literature. And, Ger-
trude Stein beingone of the best, we shall
begin with her. Now will you listen? T
cannot believe that America has
changed, many things have come and
gone but not really come and not really
gone but they are there and that per-
haps does make the America that I left
and the America I am to find different
but not really dif— !' "
"Stop! What is she trying to do?
Make up her mind?"
"Certainly not, stupid. She means
that she finds America different but not
"Stop interrupting and listen and see
if you can tell me what this means.
And then it began. The doing every-
thing that I had never done, and the
liking doing everything everything any-
thing that I had never done. That be-
gan. And this is the way it began.' "
"What does it mean?"
"You're hopeless. It means she's go-
ing to begin something."
"Well, why beat around the bush a-
bout it? Begin began I begun and began
what begin to begun ! Why all the cere-
"Because anybody can say T will be-
gin', but not many can say it the way
she does. Why, that's art."
"Yeah? Well, I give up. Turn on
"No. I'll make you appreciate this if
it takes years. Listen. And that is
what America is, is and is and it is
beautiful, beautiful in the American
way, beautiful just in this way.' "
"Oh! Is it? Then why all the repeti-
"Because repetition is an art. There
aren't many people who can use repe-
tition and not bore the reader."
"And you think Gertrude Stein can do
it? Well, I don't. And don't you think
I'm going to listen to more of that "art".
I'd rather read Homer. Maybe I'd get
something out of that. All I get from
Gertrude Stein's writing is dizziness.
Now will you please turn on Rudv
"Now / give up."
R. BONGIOVANNI '35
jyjARY Suber, stooped and middle-
aged, earned her meager salary
standing in half-lighted doorways in
darkened slum districts gathering in-
formation about the narcotics traffic.
Her sallow, wrinkled face with its pierc-
ing black, sorrowful eyes that once had
been sparkling and happy, her pale,
sneering lips, and her hollow cheeks
which had long since lost the ruddy glow
of youth were nearly hidden by a
tangled mass of stringy, gray hair. She
cared little for life.
Some people thought Mary peculiar — -
at least those did who thought of her at
"A little gone up here!" they would
exclaim with derision, pointing an un-
kempt hand in the direction of their
Her income should have been larger,
for her services were invaluable, but all
Mary Suber wanted was just enough to
live in the simplest way. Frequently she
went to federal headquarters or to
police stations with her reports, but the
occupants of the boarding house sup-
posed that she was on parole — as many
of them were. Consequently they asked
no questions when no explanations were
"Some day, boys," she often remarked
to the police, "I'll get mine. This sure is
a dangerous game."
Mary Suber was bitter, hard, cynical ;
the world had been very cruel to her.
Once she, too, had been happy, unbeliev-
ably happy. It had frightened her to
have had so much — a fine husband, a
sturdy little son all their own, a modest
home, and the prospects of a gloriously
happy future. Mary's husband had been
employed in the same business in which
she now found herself. It hadn't seemed
very dangerous then; in fact, he had
Continued on pgae 30
Sophomore Poetry Page
"WHEN DO I MISS YOU MOST?"
When do I miss you most?
It's hard to say
Whether it be at morning light
Or close of day ;
I see the books you used to love,
I hear a song —
And grief beats on my lonely heart
Its deadly gong.
When do I miss you most?
I do not know :
Whether I think of you or not
My heart will go
Along the ways we used to love
In sad regret ;
I miss you most whene'er I try,
Dear, to forget.
J. O'Keeffe '37
Slowly and majestically with great ar-
She climbs to her throne in the heavens ;
Long shafts of silver rays
Illuminate a garden rare,
Turning the fountain spray
Into a misty white veil.
The lady of the skies looks benignly
Beaming soft radiance over all,
Sending forth her golden wealth,
Spinning a web of moon glory
Around the earthlings below,
Turning the world
Louise Pierson '37
Broad roads, narrow roads — roads that
twist and twine,
Winding like a ribbon through the oak
Up hill, down vale, by the lonely sea, —
Little paths of heart's delight calling
out to me :
Wanderlust's a heritage — rain and wind
Byways and highways ever shall be
Up dell, down dale, by moor and mire
and burn, —
Where the heart holds festival, wander-
ing feet will return.
Hazel Cleary '37
Purple and gold the setting sun
Sinks down o'er the peaceful sea,
And into the heart of a lonely one
Comes peace and tranquillity.
For the day with all its cares and
Fades with that calming sight ;
And the heart that bears the burdens
Is eased and at once made light.
Elda Guaraldi '37
I heard a note like the thrush's song
Floating on the silent air,
'Mid the dazzling light
Of the sun so bright, —
And the singer was young and fair.
But though she sang with a voice of
She could not hold me long,
And to my heart
No joy could impart, —
For her soul was not in her song.
Frances Wirzburger '37
Continued from page 28
seldom mentioned it at home. But one
day he was brought home to her riddled
with bullets, his handsome, young face
smeared with blood and his clothes
stained with dark blotches.
"Knew too much," sympathized the
old Irish policeman in his own brusk
way. "They always get it if they do."
It was as though death had come to
Mary herself. Her spirit was broken, her
cheery smile waned, but even then she
was determined to be happy for the
sake of her tiny son.
The little house was soon taken from
her by foreclosure, but undaunted, she
kept on ; hard work she feared not. The
baby became a fine strong boy. Mary
loved to have him with her. She almost
worshipped him — perhaps too much for
his own good. After a hard day of
scrubbing and cleaning in downtown
offices, she was content to sit and
watch him. But he was selfish, thought-
lessly selfish. He gave less and less of
his time to his weary mother, almost
shutting her from his life altogether.
He seldom stayed at home, became
moody, sometimes boisterous and gay,
more often tired and depressed. When
he joined an unprincipled group of
boys, advice was not for him, and it was
for a second time in Mary's life that her
heart bled when her son was brought
home to her hopelessly ill from an over-
dose of a drug to which he had fallen
For a long time after his death noth-
ing mattered to Mary. Her soul cried
out for revenge on the cruel world which
had taken both husband and son, but
she was too weary and tired with life
to go on. Her faith in mankind was
utterly destroyed. God had forsaken
her. Perhaps a bit of the real Mary
showed itself unconquered when she
offered herself to the police in the war
against the drug traffic. And so for the
last twelve years she has been successful
in her mission.
"There's a leak somewhere," the
peddlers would say, never suspecting
the poor shabby woman standing in the
doorway. "Someone's in with the cops."
Jean Whiting '36
"A VE Maria >" softly intoned the choir
from the depths of the great
"Hail Mary," she echoed reverently,
remembering another Mary, a Mary
who was tall, slim, dauntless, a Mary
who had won every battle except the one
"Dear Mary," she whispered with
head bowed on the altar rail, "dear
Mary, I've tried so hard. Really, I have.
I've worked, worked hard, Mary, when I
was sick, tired, weary. All for little
Joey who kneels beside me, that he,
your son, might have the chance denied
to you and me. It hasn't been easy. The
world is cruel to an old woman. If John
had lived, he might have helped us. But
he loved you. Better for him that he died
beneath the wheels of an automobile
than to blunder through life without
you. Ah, but Mary, when you left this
little son in my care — you didn't —
know — didn't know that gradually he
was becoming deaf. Day by day his
hearing fades. Ah, God, that this
bright, eager child should some day
never hear ! And I helpless to save him !
My pitiful earnings can never pay for
treatments which might save him! I
could give him to the state. He would be
provided for. But I love him so! That
bright hair, those blue eyes, they're
yours and mine ! Without them life has
no meaning. While I live, I can not give
The gloom is bitter-sweet with incense.
Red tapers, like liquid rubies, burn be-
neath the huge crucifix. A wandering
finger of light reveals a calla lily.
Joey, his elfin face alight with eager-
ness, drank in the beauty and magnifi-
cence of the great church. For the
moment, all else sank into oblivion.
Tenderly she lifted her hand as if to
stroke the yellow hair. In mid-air it
stopped, dropped to her side. With quick
resolve she arose silently and swiftly
made her way down the dim aisle. Joey
gazed enraptured at a massive statue of
Mary with the child. He had not heard
Straight down the ponderous stone
steps she marched. No backward
glances, no faltering. Out into the grey
street, strangely quiet after the clamor-
ous day of business, she went. On she
walked rapidly. More slowly, more
slowly now she went.
"No crying now. No regrets," she ad-
monished herself. "Father Murphy will
understand. He'll see that Joey goes to
the institution. He'll see that Joey gets
his treatments. He'll — "
The moan of a foghorn interrupts her
hysterical thoughts. The wind blows
damp across the river where crushed
souls and broken hearts pause for one last
precious moment — then are forever
gone from this world. The fog rolls in,
lights gleam faintly in the murk, sweet,
sweet the chimes float on the air, a dog
wails, Ave Maria.
Alba Martinelli '36
THE ALUMNI DANCE
TT seems as if there are hundreds of old
grads here, but maybe it's because
they are all doing such different steps
that they seem so numerous.
There is Buddy Martin doing the
Mass. Tech. The poor boy, he's having
a hard time.
Over in the corner Gillie Andrews is
teaching Carlo Guidaboni the Tufts
Toddle — tricky trotting, we'd say.
'Way over on the west side of the hall
(she runs to western places) is Ruth
Buttner demonstrating the Oberlin
Warren Sampson is doing the Spring-
field Sprint down the center of the hall,
and bumping into the Bridgewater
Bouncers, Jeanette Martin, Dot Per-
kins, and Shirley Dutton.
And look at the "Professor" ! He's do-
ing the Boston University — oh, I beg
your pardon, he isn't doing it any more.
Marjorie Belcher is conquering the
latest of the latest dance steps, The
Mount Holyoke Hobble.
Just coming on to the floor are Ruth
Murphy and Peggy Raymond. They
swing into the LaSalle Loop with a
grace that only they can attain.
Leroy Schrieber has been shuffling
around the hall with the Moses Brown
Bustle, and he is doing very well for
And over in front of the arches, too,
there is that shuffling Simmons' girl,
Elizabeth Wood, trying to show Florence
Armstrong that the New Hampshire
Hop doesn't equal Dot Holmes' Vermont
Alyce Bussolari and Mary Riley are
demonstrating the Chandler version of
What a dance ! But within a few years
they'll be dancing more conservative
steps to more quiet music. Time does
that to all of us.
MASSASOIT CHAPTER OF THE NATIONAL HONOR SOCIETY
First Row, Dorothy Perkins, Miss Doris Carey, faculty sponsor, Flora Fortini, Marjorie Cantoni,
Rarbara Mellor, Helen Brewer, Lucy Holmes, Anna Goldbergh
Second Row, Jean Beytes, Jean Whiting, Elizabeth Ryan, Elizabeth Belcher, Katharine Lahey,
Elizabeth Mordt, Lucy Mayo, Alba Martinelli, Reatriee Dube
■Third Row, Anthony Caramello, Vincent Baietti, Charles Maccal'erri, Deane Beytes, Albert Albertini,
James Louden, Charles Cooper
lUnbn % ffltjttp Cupola
A little news from there
A little news from here
To recall to memory
The highlights of the year.
Having passed successfully (that is in
some respects) through a year marked
by tornadoes, floods, and sand storms we
have finally reached the month of brides
and graduates. Let us stay Father
Time's hand and gaze into his hour
glass that we may see what the last
school year has left with us.
Student Activity Society, step for-
ward and receive a resounding kiss on
both cheeks for those fine assemblies.
Let's see — oh, of course you remember
Peter Walter's marvelous performance
when Mr. Walters repeated his success
of last year. Then, too, we must not for-
get Mr. Dyer whose clever talk on
Europe accompanied Mr. Walter's in-
Shades of Uriah Heep! Remember
Dr. Frank Armitage of England who
gave impersonations of characters
from Dickens'? That was a perfect
As for Hans Helm of Columbia Uni-
versity, well — we're still groping for
adjectives. His impersonations of musi-
cal instruments done entirely with his
throat and vocal chords were marvel-
ous, to say the least! His lullaby in a
soprano voice nearly brought down the
assembly hall roof.
Then there was Mr. Edward Henefy^s
address on Washington and Lincoln. His
vocabulary left even our lofty (not to
mention haughty) seniors gasping for
air and a dictionary.
Ernest Johnson's performance was
the great success that every one ex-
pected it to be.
Can you remember Mai Cameron,
great mystifier, illusionist, et al? This
performance helped to swell the trea-
sury of the S. A. S.
The fortunate S. A. S. members made
trips to Fall River and Yarmouth to
Student Society conventions. Also we
must not forget to mention the Kingston
and Weymouth conventions of the
Southeastern Massachusetts League of
School Publications (we dare you to say
that in one breath!) which the Pilgrim
Prick up your ears, dancers and
would-be dancers. You don't have to be
reminded of the senior get-togethers.
This novel way of teaching the terpsi-
chorean art to beginners was enthusi-
Miss Wilber and her Latin Club tore
themselves away from Vergil long
enough to visit the Boston Museum of
Fine Arts and, incidentally, the famous
"H. M. S. Pinafore" and her load of
romantic sailors and tripping maidens
will long be remembered- Long will Dick
Deadeye (Boooooo) continue to haunt
our dreams. Great thanks are due Mr.
Albertin and Miss Locklin for their un-
A uniform school ring has been
chosen by vote of the three lower classes.
(It is interesting to note that no Pil-
grim, Plymouth Rock, or Mayflower
adorns our choice.)
Congratulations to the new members
of the Honor Society! The proud sen-
iors are : Jean Beytes, Katharine Lahey,
Beatrice Dube, Elizabeth Mordt, Charles
Cooper, Charles Maccaferri, Albert
Albertini, James Louden, and Anthony
Caramello. The happy juniors are:
Lucy Mayo, Dorothy Perkins, Elizabeth
Ryan, Elizabeth Belcher, Jean Whiting,
Alba Martinelli, Vincent Baietti, and
If you were among the bus loads of
basketball fans who went to Bridge-
water, Rockland, and Brockton in sup-
port of the team, you don't need to be
reminded of the fine times we had.
Two faculty members, Miss McDon-
ald and Mrs. Buck, have resigned this
year. To them go our thanks for their
faithful service. To their successors,
Miss Swett and Mr. Albertin, we extend
We mourn the deaths of Miss Faith
Stalker and Mr. Frank E. Fash. They
will be long remembered at P. H. S.
And now, as in everything, there
comes the end. (Did you sigh with re-
lief?) Oh, well, "Tout est bien qui est
fini bien" — as Miss Carey says.
FROM "THE ATTEMPT"
P. H. S. PUBLICATION
OF MARCH 15, 1845
The following are excerpts from some
copies of the P. H. S>. publication "The
Attempt", dated 1845. These interest-
ing old notebooks, written entirely in
longhand by the boys of the school, were
kindly loaned to us by Mrs. George
Loving is a painful thrill,
But not to love — more painful still
But surely 'tis the worst of pain,
That loving, we're not loved again.
THE SCHOOLBOY IS CRUSHED
Yes, this is but too true. The school-
boy, even in this "land of the free,
where none do bow the knee to tyrant's
power", is degraded, almost, I might say
to a level with the brutes. He is under
the absolute control of his master who-
ever he may be and has no power to do
anything but to get lessons, and write
foolish compositions (like the present
one. ) Before they talk about abolishing
slavery at the south let people of Plym-
outh take a walk up Russell Street and
see what they can do for the two hun-
dred slaves they have got cooped up in
that great building on the left hand side
of the road, and see whether their over-
seers keep them sleek and fat as they
ought etc, etc. The building above re-
ferred to is built a little above the other
jail (which is made of stone,) as if to
tantalize the inhabitants of the former
edifice by the sight of its beautiful stone
walls, the inside of which, but two to my
knowledge have ever been able to see. If
some few benevolent persons wish the
town to give these school-boy slaves the
liberty of the yard on Wednesday after-
noon some other malevolent gentlemen
( ?) are afraid that the ladies will be
troubled by "little dirty brats" prowling
about the streets, and for this reason
they are confined on that day also in
their dismal dungeon. But when the
railroad comes everything is going to be
changed and we hope that a change will
take place in this respect as well as
— W. Goodwin
THE WIDOW AND HER SON!
'Twas midnight! Fierce howled the
storm around the cottage door
Loud did the thunder peal, and
bright the lightning flash,
When from her home a hapless widow
To seek her only one, her dear, dear
Though dark the night, though steep the
Awhile she wandered in the wood
At last fatigued and drenched with rain,
She fainted, but by the hand of God
And rising from the ground she blessed
him who thus had saved,
Beseeching him that if she fell a vic-
tim to the storm
That he might save her only son;
Then onward through the woods she
made her way.
At last as by an angelic vision she de-
Far in the bosom of the wood, a dim
but steady light.
Oh, who can tell the joy of that poor
When first that dim light she
And then she made her way o'er the hill
But never reached it, no never
For on her way, from a high precipitous
rock she fell.
Doomed never to rise on earth again.
— H. Gleason
II me semble que je n'oublierai jamais
le voyage interessant sur la Mediter-
ranee et 1'Ocean Atlantique que j'ai fait
il y a quelques ans.
Je me rappelle encore, dans mon es-
prit, les sentiments que j'avais quand il
me fallait quitter mes cheres amies. Je
me souviens comme j'etais triste en voy-
ant ma patrie, si bien aimee, disparaitre
de vue peu a peu.
Alors, pendant plus de deux semaines,
on ne pouvait voir que l'eau et le ciel ;
bleus tous les deux.
D'abord, je savais qu'il me fallait
faire la connaissance de mes nouveaux
amis, si je voulais etre aussi heureuse
que je 1'avais ete. Plusieurs de ces nou-
veaux amis etaient assez interessants ;
ainsi, je regrettais de devoir les aband-
onner a la fin du voyage.
Maintenant, quand je ra: rappelle les
orages menacants qu'il y avait, je souris
heureusement. Un de ces orages etait in-
supportable. II a eclate pres du rivage
de l'ltalie. Inquiets et effrayes, nous
avions a peine 1'espoir d'etre sauves.
Quelques-uns de mes amis, etant deven-
us tres chagrants s'inquietaient ; pend-
ant que d'autres, comme moi, etaient
restes gais, meme dansant sur les vagues
Les panoramas qui s'offrent a la vue
au milieu de la mer sont magnifiques.
Presque tous les jours, vers six heures
du matin, j'aimais quitter ma chambre
pour aller sur le pont, ou je pouvais
prendre l'air frais. Je surveillais la
splendeur du soleil comme il se levait
petit a petit de la profondeur de la mer.
Tout etait tranquille; les vagues seuls
ne cessaient jamais de deranger le
Aussi le soir, j'allais au meme endroit,
le pont, quand il faisait tres noir. Je ne
pouvais voir que les astres d'or qui
etincelaient dans le ciel sombre. En-
chantee par la beaute de tout, j'enten-
dais les vagues ecumeuses, eclabousser
contre le bateau; je me souviens bien
que ces vagues m'effrayaient toujours
pendant la nuit.
Oh, pour etre en voyage encore une
Anna Goldbergh '35
A L'ECOLE SUPERIEURE
Je me rappelle tres clairement un
jour au commencement du mois de sep-
tembre, mil neuf cent trente et un quand
je me suis mise en route pour l'ecole
superieure avec mon amie. Les vacances
etaient finies, et il fallait que je com-
mence mes etudes encore une fois.
Que j'etais heureuse ce jour-la! Je me
sentais fiere et grande parce que j'allais
a l'ecole superieure pour la premiere
C'etait une belle journee, je m'en sou-
viens. Le soleil brillait, mais il ne faisait
pas trop chaud. Tout le monde me sem-
blait heureux, meme les petits enfants,
riants et bavardants, qui allaient a
l'ecole pour la premiere fois.
Quand j'etais pres de l'ecole que
j'avais quittee il y avait presque trois
mois, je l'ai regardee tristement. Alors
j'ai tourne mes yeux vers un batiment
de briques rouges qui devait m'abriter
A peine entree, on m'a conduite vers
une salle dans laquelle j'etudie le fran-
cais maintenant. Cela devait etre ma
salle de classe cette annee.
Apres quelques semaines, je me suis
habituee a ma nouvelle vie, mes maitres,
et mes etudes, J'avais decide de faire
de mon mieux, coute que coute.
Je suis le cours commercial, c'est a
dire que j'etudie la dactylographie, la
stenographic, aussi l'anglais et le fran-
cais. II n'est pas neoessaire que j'etudie
ie francais mais je suis ce cours parce
que je 1'aime et je veux savoir quelques
choses de oe pays pittoresque.
Maintenant je suis arrivee a ma dern-
iere annee de cette ecole. Bientot il faut
que je dise adieu a mes etudes, mes amis,
et toute l'ecole. Je dois donner ma place
a d'autres eleves. J'espere seulement
que ces quatres ans passes ici m'ont pre-
paree a bien reussir dans l'avenir.
F. FORTINI '35
LE PAUVRE HOMME
Le garde-magasin a demande a son
aide un soir.
"Qui a achete les six oeufs qui n'etai-
ent pas frais?"
"Madame Brown," lui a repondu
"Et qui a achete le pain et le gateau
qui n'etaient pas frais?"
"Madame Brown," l'aide a repondu.
"Etes^-vous malade? Vous etes si pale."
"Non, je ne suis pas malade mainten-
ant mais je le serai parce que nous de-
vons avoir le the avec elle se soir."
Marjorie Cantoni '35
UNE BONNE RAISON
La septieme classe commenca a neuf
heunes moins un quart. A neuf heunes
precises un petit garcon, qui etait sou-
vent en retard, entra lentement dans la
salle de classe.
Le professeur le regarda un moment
et puis elle lui dit.
"Eh bien, Jacques, pourquoi etes-
vous en retard ce matin?"
"II y a une ensiegne a cote de la rue
qui dit: L' EGOLE, ALLEZ LENTE-
MENT, et je faisais ce qu'elle dit," re-
pondit le garcon.
Jean Beytes '35
TN Latin "Ego" was simply a pronoun
meaning "I". Slowly through the
years we have derived from this pro-
noun such words as "egotism", "egotis-
tic", and "ego", all implying conceit and
selfishness. An egotistic person is self-
centered. Materially this type may pro-
gress far, for he pushes himself ahead
and attains his desires, but spiritually
he can pass no tests.
I suspect that "Ego" was translated
in that manner by the old monks, for
they were learned men who had sworn
to forego worldly pleasures and spend
their lives in the most worthwhile ways.
Highest of all these aspirations was to
forget themselves, to drive "ego" from
their minds. They were taught to hold
the greatest of contempt for self-cen-
tered persons. Thus, perhaps, they
coined these words, labeling the selfish,
Harrie Mordt '36
THE STORY OF WORDS
Undoubtedly, at some time or other,
you have studied the growth of a flower,
a tree, or an insect, but have you ever
studied the growth of a word? Usually,
after many years its original meaning
For instance, the word "infant" has
an interesting derivation. "In" meaning
"un" or "not" in Latin, combined with
"fari," meaning "to speak," were com-
bined to make "infans" which means,
literally, "not speaking," "a babe." "In-
fans" in turn has become our word "in-
"Inaugurate" comes from the word
"auger", the highest member of omen
interpreters ; the verb "inaugare" means
"to take omens", and from the past par-
ticiple "inauguratus" comes "inaugu-
"Candidate" is derived from the Latin
word "candidus" meaning "glittering,"
"white." When a man in ancient Rome
was campaigning for an office, he wore
a white toga and was called a "candida-
tus", "one clothed in white."
"Companion" has an interesting his-
tory. The Latin word "com" meaning
"with" and "panis" meaning "bread"
were joined to form "companion", lit-
erally meaning "one who shares bread
"Congregation" comes from the Latin
"grex", a "herd" or "flock" and the
verb "congregare", "to gather into a
flock." From the past participle, "con-
gregatus," "congregation" is easily de-
"Pastor" is derived from the Latin
verb "pascere," meaning "to pasture,"
and from its past participle "pastum"
came our word "pastor."
Therefore, we are greatly indebted to
Latin for our vocabulary since many of
our words originated in Rome, "the
Elsie Monti '36
Rockland High School
Your method of introducing your
staff is very good. Your Junior High
page will train the younger students for
later service on "The Parrot."
Although your magazine is small,
you have assembled some interesting
material. An editorial entitled "On
Collecting Material" by a Former Staff
Member was well done. Your Athletic
Department is one of the best.
"The Blue 0%vl"
Attleboro High School
Your magazine is well arranged. The
cover design is clever, and the cartoons
Weymouth High School
Your Christmas issue is very fine,
especially the cover design and the
Memorial High School
Your literary and poetry sections
show the active interest of the students.
The cover design in orange and brown
is very striking.
Dartmouth High School
North Dartmouth, Mass.
Your Senior issue is worthy of praise.
The photographs of the Seniors and
comments upon them are very well done.
Howard High School
West Bridgewater, Mass.
Your literary department is very
good. It contains an editorial entitled
"Spring Fever" which P. H. S. Seniors
"The Ferncliff Echo"
Lee High School
Every one of your departments is ex-
cellent with the exception of the Ex-
change Column, which we think is some-
what weak, but the Foreign Language
Department is a vital part of your pub-
lication, a thing not always true of high
"The Unquity Echo"
Milton High School
The editorial "Men or Sheep" by Jack
Gisburne is well written and the Litera-
ture Department as a whole is very
interesting. "Jokes" is an entertaining
department. A few more editorials
would also lend interest to your maga-
Your paper is very readable, especial-
ly the column entitled "Just an Earful."
It is a very clever way of presenting
school news. The jokes and sport de-
partments are fine. A few more good
book reviews would improve your al-
ready fine magazine.
Your paper is very compact yet com-
prehensive. It is a real news sheet.
"TO THE PILGRIM" FROM:
"The Pilgrim" is most entertaining
and contains many original ideas.
"Parting Shots" and "The Class Will"
are both clever and amusing.
South Paris High School
South Paris, Maine
"The Pilgrim" is a fine paper. Your
Foreign Language and Alumni Depart-
ments are particularly good, and your
art is clever. Continued on page 41
HOLD THAT LINE!
The past football season was consid-
ered a fair one for Plymouth High
School. The team won two, tied two, and
lost three games.
In mid-season Kingston issued a
challenge to Plymouth for a post-season
game and Plymouth accepting the chal-
lenge, administered a twenty-one to six
beating much to the delight of the
players and school followers. This was
one of the reasons Plymouth's season
can be classed as a success although the
number of games won was not too im-
Chief Bagnall was hindered by in-
juries to some of the players and also by
having some failures in studies.
When the final whistle blew ending
the Kingston game, the following boys
had completed their high school foot-
ball : Andrew Basler, Arthur Ragazzini,
Earl Pimental, Frank Mello, Vincent
Neri, James Boyle, Albert Albertini, and
With Louis Poluzzi, Alvin Tavares,
Donald Hughes, Alton Whiting, Gildo
Govoni, Tony Govoni, Robert Proffetty,
Nicholas Carbone, and Alexander Bar-
bieri returning, the prospects for a good
season next year are bright.
Plymouth's basketball season was
disastrous as far as winning games was
concerned. The schedule showed nine
victories as against thirteen defeats.
Many of the games lost, however, were
very close and were not decided until
the last few minutes of the play.
Coach Jack Smith was hindered at the
beginning of the season because of the
lack of experienced material. Only one
member of last year's crack team an-
swered the basketball call.
One bright spot in Plymouth's sched-
ule was the magnificent showing in the
Brockton Y. M. C. A. Tournament.
Plymouth beat Attleboro decisively, then
beat Rockland by one point. Incidentally,
this game was considered one of the
fastest and most interesting of the
tournament. Going into the semi-finals,
Plymouth met Weymouth. The huge
crowd and continuous noise tended to
make the team nervous, and it was not
until the last half that the boys found
themselves and began to do things; but
Weymouth had too much of a lead to be
overcome. Plymouth lost, but much
credit must be extended to the coach and
players, for the team was picked to lose
in the first round of the tourney.
Next year, it is predicted, will be a far
better one for the basketball team, for
the coach will have Alton Whiting and
Louis Poluzzi, two of this year's first
string men, as well as Harold Raymond,
Mario Garuti, Gabriel Ferazzi, and An-
tonio Medares who played with the
second team and also saw much service
with the first team.
The players lost by graduation are
Captain Bradford Martin, Atteo Fer-
azzi, James Boyle, and Gerald Mayo.
In the intra-mural basketball games,
"Babe" James' team was again victori-
ous for the second successive year. His
boys won six games and lost none.
Second place went to Harold Clark's
sharpshooters who won five games and
lost one to "Babe" James by a point.
With the first warm days of spring,
the inter-class baseball games began.
The sophomores became class cham-
pions when they defeated the seniors in
the final game. From the players of the
different classes, "Chief" Bagnall picked
the outstanding ones to represent the
school in outside competition. The team
opened up with Rockland at Rockland
and was defeated fourteen to seven,
errors proving costly. The boys then
journeyed to Middleboro and lost again,
nine to five. Opening at home, they
were defeated by Bridgewater in a
weird game by the score of thirteen to
ten. Plymouth played Kingston at King-
ston and won a victory of nine to two.
As this account goes to press, the boys
are practising for their second game
First Row, Coach Jack Smith, Louis Poluzzi, Alton Whiting, Bradford Martin, Atteo Ferazzi, James
Boyle, Manager Charles Maccal'erri
Second Row, Gabriel Ferazzi, Antone Medeiros, Gerald Mayo, Robert Volk, Harold Raymond,
Nicholas Carboni, Mario Garuti
GIRL" BASKETBALL TEAM
First Row, Margaret Donovan, Teresa Govi, Lucy Mayo, Janet Clarke, Helen Brewer, Alice Hall,
Cynthia Drew, Katharine Christie
Second Row, Phyllis Lovell, Mar.jorie Tracy, Elizabeth Vaughn, Katharine Lahey, Lois Brewster,
Marjorie Cantoni, Evelyn Schrieber
Third Row, Jeanette Goodwin, Mary Brigida, Mary Wield, Jean Whiting, Mary Curtin, Alice Wood,
Fourth Row, Coach Beatrice Garvin, Ruth Valler, Dorothy Haley, Alma Schreiber, Nellie Pierce,
ON THE LINE!
An inexperienced track team with
very few veterans opened the season
with Hingham to be defeated by a large
score, but Plymouth gained a victory
over the Sandwich team shortly after-
wards. Plymouth next bowed low to a
very strong Barnstable team, the score
being fifty to nineteen. As this goes to
press, the P. H. S. tracksters are train-
ing hard for the annual district meet.
We had a fairly successful season this
year with forty girls out in the upper
classes and fifteen in the freshman. The
squad began with six teams playing
intra-mural games, this series being
won by Alma Guidetti's team. A game
between the freshmen and the upper-
classmen was played and won by the
Mrs. Garvin then chose a first and
second team to represent the school in in-
terscholastic games. They played seven
games, losing to Kingston and Marsh-
field, tying Kingston in the home game
and Marshfield and Hyannis away from
home, and winning over Scituate, Tabor,
and the alumnae.
As Mrs. Garvin loses only three of
her players through graduation, the out-
look is very bright for next season.
three other schools, the first team won
four out of six games, while the second
team, whose ability was almost equal to
that of the first, went through the season
The schedule was as follows :
School Team Place Score
E. Bridgewater 1 here 32-9
E. Bridgewater 2 here 16-4
Bourne 1 here 32-15
Bourne 2 here 20-9
Middleboro 1 there 18-27
Middleboro 2 there 23-6
E. Bridgewater 1 there 25-36
E. Bridgewater 2 there 15-8
Bourne 1 there 25-12
Bourne 2 there 22-17
Middleboro 1 here 18-9
Middleboro 2 here 15-2
The season ended with inter-class
games in which the Juniors took all the
honors. The girls are looking forward
to an excellent season next year as only
a few seniors will be lost through gradu-
The baseball candidates began base-
ball with early practice. They have
elected Lucy Mayo as captain, and have
already had one exciting game with
Scituate in which they were finally
beaten 10-14. With more games still to
be played they hope to have a good sea-
The track team is practicing eagerly
as Mrs. Garvin has hopes of taking the
girls to a track meet.
There was a large and enthusiastic
turnout of candidates for basketball this
year. Intra-mural team games were
played, captained by Clark, Vaughn,
Martinelli, Govi, Mellor, and Brewer.
First and second teams were chosen by
Mrs. Garvin, and Captains Brewer and
C. Drew were elected for interscholastic
games. Although the teams played only
AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL
beautiful for darkened skies,
For surplus waves of grain,
For crimedom's undisputed rise
In unemployment's train !
God guide thy stumbling feet,
And lend His aid to Truth's parade
From street to city street !
beautiful for soldiers' feet
Which tread the bonus march ;
Which menace right and mercy's seat
From 'neath the Triumph Arch !
step thou from this plane ;
And fight your fight with all thy might
For freedom's lasting reign !
beautiful for Huey Long ;
For Johnson-Coughlin fight;
For free relief and N. R. A.,
And grafting parasite !
America ! America !
God save thy waning life,
While from above comes perfect love
In darkness and in strife!
beautiful for tyrants' rule,
Depressions greatest sin,
For demagogic principle
And rotten vice within !
God make thy future bright,
When wars shall cease and we, in peace,
Reciprocate thy light !
George Farnell '34
GIRLS' HOCKEY TEAM
Fir.sl Row, Elizabeth Vaughn, Margaret Donovan, Teresa Govi, Janet Clarke, Alice Hall, Aurora
Regini, Alma Guidetti, Edna Nickerson
Second Row, Phyllis Lovell, Marjorie Tracy, Lucy Mayo, Katharine Christie, Jean Whiting, Mary
Curtin, Cynthia Drew
Third Row, Coach Beatrice Garvin, Ruth Valler, Dorothy Haley, Mary Brigida, Mary Wield, Bernice
Thayer, Alma Schreiber, Alice Wood, Evelyn Schreiber
The little waves were lapping
Upon the stones and sand,
They seemed to say, "Come boating,
And stay no more on land."
So out I went across the bay
And sailed into a cove
Where clear and tranquil waters lay,
And all blue skies above.
Sand on the shore was very white
With green grass at its edge
Reaching to the woods of night
Along the mossy ledge.
The murmuring pines and oak
And graceful white birch tree
Made promises with feathered folk
To guard their young folk wee.
But twilight comes and darkness falls,
And weary birds are homing,
The whip-poor-will so plaintive calls,
And I return from roaming.
Carol Handy '38
I love to see the chimney smoke,
It puffs so gleefully,
And breaks in curls of softest gray
With joyous ecstasy.
It seems alive, awake, and free,
A vagrant of the sky,
A lazy restless vagabond,
Who greets each passer-by.
Talbot Cobb '38
High upon the bluff it stands,
Towering o'er the raging main ;
High above the drifting sands
A challenge to wind and rain.
There's something strange I can't
About a lighthouse tall and white,
I've tried a thousand times in vain
To grasp one beam of flashing light.
Sombre, silent as a ghost,
Like a sentry at his post,
It scorns the wrath of wintry clime,
Faithful to the end of time.
Janet Broadbent '38
WHEN I WAS SMALL
The house in which I lived when I was
Is standing yet, beside the same old pool,
And honeysuckle still climbs o'er the
And drooping- elms' shade makes the
To passers-by the gables tall seem bleak,
Especially in the cold days of fall,
But if inside, they saw the attic peak
That seems to echo each sweet childish
They would know why I still seek
The house in which I lived when I was
Virginia Ryder '35
I met a man the other day,
A man both strong and mean ;
A look was in his evil eye
Whose like is seldom seen.
He scowled and frowned and tramped
I trembled through and through,
But I looked him straight in his evil eye
And cried, "Who's afraid of you?"
And when he heard this daring cry,
He cowered to the ground,
The evil look then left his eye,
And the sun shone all around.
He shrank before my steady gaze,
And vanished in a bluish haze.
Temptations come to frighten us,
But weak in every part,
They melt before the strong man's eye,
And flee the brave of heart.
Ruth Bumpus '37
Winding paths through heavy obstruc-
Grotesque canyons worn by time,
White plains of icy smoothness,
Wrinkled corners indicating age.
Patched clouds of dusty amber
Painted by the artist rain,
The ribbed skeleton broken through —
The ancient ceiling needs repair.
Warren Bradford '36
THE LAMP OF KNOWLEDGE
With but one ling'ring glance behind,
A fleeting glimpse at all our days to-
Where education's guiding had has led
We turn to face the future with percep-
And now has come the day, the hour,
At which the guiding hand must loose
its gentle hold,
And, stepping forth unaided on life's
With eyes uplifted, each alone shall see
his life unfold.
The knowledge we have thus far gained
Must be the lamp to light the coming
To hold it high, wick trimmed and burn-
Shall be our aim in laughter or in tears.
Lamp of Knowledge, let thy beam
In ever wid'ning rays descend to light
And let none, groping, fail to find his
Or from the lighted road of wisdom
Lucy Holmes '35
I listened —
As the Master gently drew his bow
across the muted strings,
I dreamed —
Of peace and quiet and happiness.
Into another world, —
I alone heard
As He played — Liebestraume.
D. Pederzani '36
Continued from page 36
Excerpt From Exchanges
With this bit of pessimistic philoso-
phy from the "Stetson Oracle" we take
"The school gets all the benefit,
The students all the fame,
The printer gets the money,
But the staff gets all the blame."
STUDENT ACTIVITIES SOCIETY
First Row, Elizabeth Ryan, Audrey Dutton, Alba Martinelli, Charles Maccaferri, Lois Brewster,
Mar.jorie Bradford, Lucy Holmes, Mary Bodell
Second How, Marie Roncarati, Anthony Caramello, Ralph Lamborghini, Miss Carey, Doris Pederzani,
Mary Wield, Jean Whiting, Barbara Mellor
Third Row, Atteo Ferazzi, Vincent Baietti, John Ryan, Stephen Cappannari, Alice Wood, Janet
Fourth Row, Albeit Padovani, Donald Tracy, Mary Curtin, Miss Locklin, Mary Brigida, Thelma
Fifth Row, Deane Beytes, Mr. Shipman, Miss Brown, faculty sponsor, Belty Mordt, Lucy Mayo,
Francis Scheid, Bradford Martin, Anthony Tavernelli, Frank Mello
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If you possess a talent for Music or Dramatics, you
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I will graduate from High School in 193
AFTER GRADUATION WHAT?
High School graduation brings stu-
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any of the fine arts, face to face with the
decision as to what place their artistic
ability shall play in their lives during
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If a student intends to follow some other
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BREAKING IT GENTLY
She insisted on taking innumerable
frocks with her as they were going
to the mountains for their vacation.
They arrived at the station loaded
"I wish," said he thoughtfully, "that
we'd brought the piano, too."
"You needn't try to be sarcastic,"
came the frigid reply.
"I'm not trying to be funny," he ex-
plained sadly. "I left the tickets on
Mother : (After reading a pathetic story
to Reggie) "Now, Reggie, wouldn't
you like to give your bunny to that
poor little boy who hasn't any
Reggie: (clutching the bunny) "Could-
n't we give him father instead?"
GO HOME, SIR !
Doorkeeper: (at movie) "Hey, come
back! Dogs aren't allowed inside."
Collegian: (without pausing) "That's
not my dog!"
Doorkeeper: (pursuing) "Not your
dog! Why, he's following you."
Collegian : "What of it? So are you."
THE INSPIRED SOLUTION
There was some cold pudding at
luncheon, and Mamma divided it equally
between Willie and Elsie. Willie looked
at his pudding, then at his empty plate.
"Mamma," he said earnestly, "I can't
enjoy my pudding when you haven't
any. Take Elsie's!"
Assistant : "No, madam, we haven't had
any for a long time."
Manager: (overhearing) "Oh, yes, we
have it, madam ; I'll send to the ware-
house and have some brought in for
you." (Aside to assistant) : "Never
refuse anything. Send out for it."
As the woman went out laughing, the
manager demanded: "What did she
Assistant: She said, "We haven't had
any rain lately."
Willie, having received a gun and a
diary for Christmas, wrote in his
"December 26: Snowin', can't go
"December 27: Snowin' still, can't go
"December 28: Still snowin', shot
TO THE CLASS OF 1935
For Your After-Graduation Party
"Hire A Bus"
Plymouth 8C Brockton
Street Railway Co.
ZANELLO BEDDING CO.
28 Sandwich St. Tel. 1485 Plymouth
W. R. Davis
H. S. Hatch
DAVIS & MORGAN
Electrical Problems Honestly Solved
Plymouth, Mass., Since 1919 Tel. 290
H. A. BRADFORD
S. S. Pierce Specialties
Birdseye Frosted Foods
1 Warren Ave.
j WOMEN'S SHOP
Misses' and Women's Apparel
AT POPULAR PRICES
54 Main Street Plymouth
TOWN BROOK ,
SERVICE STATION t
i Compliments of
j DR. G. W. SCHILLING
Compliments of j
OLD COLONY LAUNDRY j
OF PLYMOUTH j
j EXPERT SHOE REPAIRING
PLYMOUTH SHOE HOSPITAL
ICE-CREAM - SODAS *
CANDIES — CIGARS, ETC. j
OLD COLONY CANDY SHOPPE p
j WHEN THERE IS BETTER WORK DONE
j WE WILL DO IT
I JOHN H. GO VI
| Main Street Plymouth
Compliments of |
DR. E. HAROLD DONOVAN ;
j ON THE RADIO
Enna Jettick Shoes For Ladies
I Franklin Shoes For Men
j EDDIE'S SHOE SYSTEM
j 18 Main Street Edward Hand, Mgr.
NO ESCAPE (
"I suppose," said the sympathetic!
prison visitor, "that you were tempted j
and fell?" j
"Yes, mum," replied the convict, j
"Tempted by a handbag, and fell over aj
— Exchange *
AND YOU MAY NOT !
The only universal rule for wooing?
sleep seems to me Mark Twain's: "If!
you cannot sleep, try lying on the edgej
of the bed — then you may drop off." j
— Our Paper
PLYMOUTH BAKING CO.
1 Bread, Pies, and Cakes
WHOLESALE AND RETAIL
20 Market St. Tel. 225-M Plymouth
THE BRADFORD ARMS
j GIFT SHOP
Burdett Business Training
• Courses for Young Men: Business Administration and Accounting, as
preparation for sales, credit, financial, office management and
accounting positions. College grade instruction.
Open to High School Graduate -\
• Courses for Young Women: Executive Secretarial, Stenographic Secretarial,
also Finishing Courses, as preparation for promising secretarial
positions. Individual advancement.
Open to High School Graduate r
• Courses for Young Men and Young Women: General Business, Book-
keeping, Shorthand and Typewriting, as preparation for general
business and office positions.
Open to High School Graduates
training not required
for entrance. Many
leading colleges repre-
sented in attendance.
f H BURDETT, President
156 STUART STREET, POSTON, MASSACHUSETTS
TELEPHONE HANCOCK 6300
SADOW'S MEN'S SHOP
50 THE PILGRIM
• We have to our credit a total of 129 years of
• Old in years, experience, and the tested
principles of Public Service
• But ever new in creating new standards of
• During these years we have contributed to
the steady growth of the territory served
and have become a part of the life of these
• We expect to continue to serve you and the
generations to come as we have the gener-
ations gone by.
Plymouth Gas Light Co.
Plymouth Electric Light Co.
THE PILGRIM 51
N ORTi EASTERN
SCHOOL OF ARTS AND SCIENCES
Offers a broad program of college subjects serving as a foundation for the
understanding of modern culture, social relations, and technical achievement,
and including selected occupational courses. The purpose of this program is to
give the student a liberal and cultural education and a vocational competence
which fits him to enter some specific type of useful employment. The voca-
tional options are in such fields as: Accounting, Advertising, Industrial Chem-
istry, Teaching, Factory Administration, Salesmanship, Surveying and Top-
ography, Physical Education, Industrial Relations, Business Practice, Draft-
ing and Technical Drawing.
SCHOOL OF BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION
Offers a college program with broad and thorough training in the principles
of business with specialization in ACCOUNTING, BANKING AND FINANCE,
or BUSINESS MANAGEMENT. Instruction is through modern methods in-
cluding lectures, solution of business problems, class discussions, professional
talks by business executives, and motion pictures of manufacturing processes.
SCHOOL OF ENGINEERING
Provides complete college programs in Engineering with professional courses
in the fields of CIVIL, MECHANICAL, ELECTRICAL, CHEMICAL, and IN-
DUSTRIAL ENGINEERING. General engineering courses are pursued dur-
ing the Freshman year; thus the student need not make a final decision as to
the branch of Engineering in which he wishes to specialize until the beginning
of the Sophomore year.
The Co-operative Plan, which is available to the students in all courses, pro-
vides for a combination of practical industrial experience with classroom in-
struction. Under this plan the student is able to earn a portion of his school
expenses as well as to form business contacts which prove valuable in later
The Bachelor of Science Degree is conferred upon all students who satis-
factorily complete an approved course of study.
For catalog or further information write to:
MILTON J. SCHLAGENHAUF, Director of Admissions
52 THE PILGRIM
(Eta of 1935